The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Of course, these matters within the Imperial Court aren't something Yang Ruxin should worry about, nor could she manage them, especially when even Gu Qingheng couldn't decipher the Emperor's intentions.

But let's not stray too far from the topic. The box Qi Jingyun handed to Yang Ruxin today might not have looked particularly eye-catching from the outside, but it was made of rosewood. Inside was a box full of various gemstones—hundreds of them—each one worth a considerable sum on its own.

Qi Jingyun was a Prince, so his lavishness was expected. However, when it came to that Coral Tree, even Song San showed his extravagant side, which left her somewhat astonished. Perhaps it was time to investigate this man's background.

"Xinxin, isn't this all a bit too valuable?" Dong Wenxiu looked at the two boxes, one large and one small, appearing a little overwhelmed.

"It is indeed very valuable, and it could attract thieves," Yang Ruxin chuckled.

"No, I meant…"

"Mother, don't worry. The reason they gave these gifts is because I generated this much favor for them." Yang Ruxin patted Dong Wenxiu's shoulder. "This way, everything is squared away. Otherwise, they'd keep pestering me to repay the favor—how annoying would that be?"

"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing." Dong Wenxiu nodded. "Besides, I don't understand these things and can't offer much help… But…" She paused for a moment. "But just remember, you're a married woman now."

"Haha, Mother, don't worry. I've got it all under control." Yang Ruxin was amused by Dong Wenxiu's words. "And as for making money and dealing with external matters, leave that to me. You just need to stay healthy, because as long as you're well, my siblings and I will always have a home. No matter how far we go, as long as we know you're here, we won't feel alone…"

"Alright, Mother understands." Dong Wenxiu smiled warmly. "I'll take good care of myself, so don't you worry."

After Dong Wenxiu returned to her room, Yang Ruxin instructed her people to move the Coral Tree and other items into her own room, storing them all in her spatial ability. There was no place safer than the space.

Taking the opportunity, she harvested another batch of items from the space. She had started to grasp the patterns: crops inside the space matured within three days and nights, roughly seventy-two hours in real-world time. Over these past days, she'd placed quite a few large vats inside, and she had already harvested over a thousand fish.

What she was now eagerly awaiting was for the space to expand. Her greatest hope was to acquire a water source.

"Young Miss, someone delivered this." Just as she exited the space functionality, Du Juan walked in holding a box and knocked on the door. "Someone left it on the steps outside. Uncle Du discovered it when he went to close the door."

Yang Ruxin took the box and opened it, revealing a silver hairpin. Though simple in design, it was exquisitely crafted. "This is from the silver workshop of the county's old craftsman. Have Gu Cheng look into who purchased it, and we'll know in no time." She already had someone in mind, but she felt it was necessary to confirm first.

Du Juan noticed the craftsman's mark etched on the back of the hairpin, nodded, and left to carry out the task.

Gu Cheng's response came quickly, but the answer surprised Yang Ruxin. It wasn't Guan Qingshu as she had speculated—it was Yang Rusong.

"He actually remembered my birthday?" Yang Ruxin touched her nose thoughtfully.

"Should we keep it or return it?" Du Juan asked for her decision.

"Keep it." Yang Ruxin closed the box. Her cousin wasn't completely hopeless. Since he had shown goodwill, she might as well accept it graciously.